Child Fixin' to Die - Jackson C. Frank

It’s cold and it’s lonesome

But it ain’t no big ride

The horses are helpless

Young child fixin' to die

It’s cold and it’s lonesome

Ain’t no second-in-command

Go where you will now

Fate’s on the land

You who rule people

Are princes and kings

See my body is open

See my father lay waste

Fly swift as an eagle

Take comfort from that

And child fixin' to die now

My little boy’s time has come

You who rule people

Eternally free

Of robbing your prisoners

Take a lesson from me

It’s cold and it’s lonesome

But it ain’t no big ride

The horses are helpless

Young child fixin' to die

The horses are helpless

Young child fixin' to die